"Bridget Jones." Bridget smiled. He called her mademoiselle instead of madame. She must look young. Or she had spinster written all over her. When it went in her diary, it would be the youthful appearance.
Bridget's smile faded and she looked at him with confusion. The courthouse had to be nearby; she had just been there. "How can that be?" She hadn't even been drinking. Wouldn't be drinking for at least another six months. She couldn't be this lost. "What's the address here?"